Pastoral Bamboo Fragrance

Chapter 49
The middle-aged man tied a piece with his signature and ate it. He smacked his lips and thought about it for a while before praising: "Not bad."

"Give me two taels."

When Aunt Li heard that a customer came to the door, she couldn't help but smile, and after saying that it was enough, she spared a few yuan more.The middle-aged man paid the money and left happily.

As long as this business starts, there will be more people behind it.But still taste more and buy less.The first plate of meat was quickly eaten up.

One of the young men tasted three pieces in a row.

Li Zhu looked at him and asked with a smile, "Brother, do you want one catty or two catties?"

The man was also a little embarrassed, and he gave a thumbs up and praised: "It's delicious, give it to me—two taels." Aunt Li weighed the meat, and Li Zhu took the money.

This morning, the business continued one after another, and by noon, the basin had bottomed out.Aunt Li bought three steamed buns from a nearby stand, and the two had lunch with a little minced meat.

Seeing that there was still half a plate of minced braised pork on the bottom of the basin, she asked Li Zhu to deliver it to Cai Qing.

Li Zhu took some bamboo sticks, spread another vegetable leaf, and went to look for Cai Qing with the plate.

When she got to the old place, he was not there.Li Zhu asked the middle-aged man chatting beside him.

The man glanced at Li Zhu, and said in a sour tone: "Why, even you, a little girl, called him by name? This little boy stole a lot of business from us with that face."

Li Zhu didn't know the grievances between them, so he had no choice but to explain: "We are from the same village, we sell braised pork in the back street, and give him something."

The eyes of the middle-aged man had already drifted to the plate, and Li Zhu asked him to taste a piece.Perhaps it was because the cannibal had a short mouth, and when a piece of meat went down, the man's tone improved a lot.

"He, just now there was a little daughter-in-law looking for a house. I was the first to ask me, but when I saw the little boy, I turned around and looked for him. Even if you don't let people live, you have to look at your appearance as an agent. .”

A fat white man next to him took the conversation: "He should be back now."

As soon as the fat white man finished speaking, he heard someone say, "Here, I'm back."

(End of this chapter)